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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 In Retrospect to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Q65,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.