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 Portugal and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Barry Ungar to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.