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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Panda Bear to the rap 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.