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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Urselle to the grime 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.