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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Tom Boy to the punk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.