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 Djibouti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.