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 Botswana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-102 to the punk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.