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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 E-Dancer to the jazz 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Fear,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
X-102,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.