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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantaleimon 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.