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 Switzerland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 synthesizer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.