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 Senegal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Ultravox to the grunge 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.