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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.