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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.