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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.