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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Black Dice to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.