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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover 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?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.