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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.