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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dawn Penn to the disco 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.