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 Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 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 Mr. Review to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Franke,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.