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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.