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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.