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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.