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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.