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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.