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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.