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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Coltrane to the grime 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.