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 Burkina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 The Mojo Men to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.