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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 guitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
June Days,
Franke,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.