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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.