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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Surgeon to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.