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 Qatar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Hot Snakes to the rock 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Smog,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.