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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.