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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Zapp,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.