Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from China and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.