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 Sri Lanka 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Stetsasonic to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.