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 Egypt and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Kayak,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.