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 Argentina and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.