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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
PIL,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.