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 France and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
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 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 Josef K to the punk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.