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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Louis and Bebe Barron 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Pagans,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.