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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Model 500 to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.