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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delta 5 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.