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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Nas,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.