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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.