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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Faust,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.