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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.