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 Syria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Quantec,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.