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 Burkina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.