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 Tonga and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Josef K,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.