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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.