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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.