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 Palau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harmonia to the electroclash 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Mars,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Television,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.