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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Au Pairs to the grime 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
MC5,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.