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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.