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 Rwanda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monochrome Set to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Faust,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.