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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.