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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
The Fall,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.