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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oneida to the disco 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.