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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Urselle 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
Wire,
The Human League,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.