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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
ABC,
The Cure,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.