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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Andrew Hill 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.