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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Bob Dylan to the rock 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
cv313,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.