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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arcadia to the funk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Smog,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.