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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ponytail to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.