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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.