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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.