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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Pulsallama to the dance 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.