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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
UT,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.