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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Arcadia,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.