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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.