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 France and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.