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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.