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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.