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 Mongolia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
UT,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.