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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.