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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 DJ Style to the techno 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Monks,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.