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 Germany and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.