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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
The Names,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.