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 Iceland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.