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 Brazil and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.