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 Iraq and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
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 organ 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 Magma to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.