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 Congo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.