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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the crunk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.