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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Index,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.