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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Magazine,
Crime,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.