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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.