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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gladiators to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Can,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.