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 Ecuador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eurythmics to the grunge 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.