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 United States and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the disco 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.