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 Nauru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Public Enemy to the disco 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.