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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 June of 44 to the dance 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
JFA,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.