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 India and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.