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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Youth Brigade to the disco 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.