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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.