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 the UAE and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.