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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.