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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe 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?
Sparks,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Nico,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Crime,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.