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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.