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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Slackers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.