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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mantronix to the dance 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.