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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 CMW to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.