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 Namibia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Sheep to the funk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
X-102,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.