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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.