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 Kenya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Patti Smith to the funk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.