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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Clarke 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.