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 States and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Lyres,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Lalann,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.