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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
June Days,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.