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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smoke to the grunge 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Q65,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.