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 Suriname and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.