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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.