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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.