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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Subhumans to the rock 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
the Association,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.