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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 The Move to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.