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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.