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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.