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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.