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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
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.