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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
MDC,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.