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 Hungary and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.