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 France and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.