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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.