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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.