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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Derrick May to the grunge 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.