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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Radio Birdman to the punk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.