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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 KRS-One to the punk 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.