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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Swans,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.