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 Italy and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
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.