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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Sparks to the grime 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.