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 Estonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
CMW,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.