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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Wasted Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Monolake,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.