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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.