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 Poland and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Circle Jerks to the dance 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.