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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
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 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 Morten Harket to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Smog,
Ten City,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.