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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.