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 Qatar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Quantec,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.