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 Congo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
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 chamberlin 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 Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.