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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Magma,
Motorama,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.