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 Belize and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.