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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
the Swans,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.