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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Erykah Badu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.