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 Chad and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Carl Craig 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Nico,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.