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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
The Fall,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.