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 Netherlands 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Model 500 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
UT,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.