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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.