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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
The Names,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.