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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 The Move to the techno 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.