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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fat Boys 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Scion,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.