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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.