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 Thailand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.