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 Algeria and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Hoover to the grime 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
ABBA,
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.