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 Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 The Real Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.