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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Loose Ends to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
Skriet,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Gong,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.