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 Barbados and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.