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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Trojans to the dance 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.