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 Italy and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.