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 India and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 spring reverb 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 cv313 to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Index,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.