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 Iceland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
MDC,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.