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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 the Normal to the funk 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 & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Index,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.