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 Maldives 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
The Move,
The Standells,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.