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 Algeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.