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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley to the rock 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
CMW,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.