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 Vanuatu 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ 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?
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.