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 Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Visage,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.