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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
PIL,
The Index,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.