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 Iran and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.