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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
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 David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Model 500,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Brick,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.