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 Panama and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Black Pus to the rock 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Pole,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.