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 Australia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Avey Tare to the dance 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
The Residents,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.