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 Cuba and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.