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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.