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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.