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 Andorra and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.