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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Q65 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.