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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.