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 Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hoover to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.