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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funky Four + One to the funk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.