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 Kenya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.