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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.