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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.