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 France and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Drexciya to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.