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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Symarip to the rock 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.