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 Bhutan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zero Boys to the jazz 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.