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 Switzerland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.