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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
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Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.