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 Germany and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Ituana to the funk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.