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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cymande 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
Can,
Symarip,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Shoche,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.