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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Cowsills to the crunk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.