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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.