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 Antigua and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
CMW,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.