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 United Kingdom and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.