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 Thailand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Q and Not U to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.