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 United States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Amazonics to the rap 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Little Man,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.