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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 PIL to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s 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 X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.