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 Honduras and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.