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 Yemen and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.