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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Schoolly D to the crunk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.