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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.