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 Sweden and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.