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 Argentina and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Nico,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.