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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delta 5 to the rap 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.