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 China 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.