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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.