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 Spain and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.