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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.