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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Hoover 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.