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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Index,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
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Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.