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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.