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 Peru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.