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 Antigua and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Icehouse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.