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 Chile and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.