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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 R.M.O. to the funk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.