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 Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 The Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.