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 Qatar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Masters at Work to the punk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.