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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 T. Rex to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.