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 Gambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
the Association,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.