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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scientists to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.