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 Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Make Up to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.