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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.