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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gun Club 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen 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?
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.