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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nico to the electroclash 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.