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 Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wings to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.