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 Iceland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 H. Thieme to the crunk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.