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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.