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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the jazz 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.