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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.