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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Minor Threat to the grunge 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.