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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.