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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.