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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crime to the disco 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.