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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Hashim,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.