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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Misunderstood to the techno 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.