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 Malaysia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed to the punk 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.