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 Malawi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Nas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
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.