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 Argentina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.