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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Yazoo to the disco 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.