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 Somalia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C 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 dance 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.