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 Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.