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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Scion,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Q65,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.