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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.