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 Moldova and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
The Residents,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.