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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
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 Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.