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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moleskins to the disco 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.