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 Chile 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.