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 Japan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.