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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 The Cowsills to the dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Monolake,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.