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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pop Group to the funk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.