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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.