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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Dirtbombs to the dance 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.