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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
Can,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.