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 Liberia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 DJ Style to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.