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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lalann to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.