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 Mexico and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
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 theremin 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 Eddi Front to the rap 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
The Human League,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.