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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.