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 Palau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.