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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.