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 Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Skarface,
The Remains,
Skriet,
New Order,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.