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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Knickerbockers 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.