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 Canada and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cybotron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.