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 Latvia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Moody Blues to the techno 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.