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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
The Residents,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.