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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Smog,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
JFA,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.