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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Morten Harket to the rap 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Wire,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.