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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.