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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Malaria! to the jazz 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Skarface,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.