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 Togo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
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 güiro 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.