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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.