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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Scion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Hoover,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.