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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Smog to the rap 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Mars,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.