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 Gabon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Lyres to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.