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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sandy B to the disco 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Sparks,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.