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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.