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 Mauritania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Swans to the funk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.