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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.