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 Niger and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.