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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.