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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Intrusion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.