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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Crime,
JFA,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Fear,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.