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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.