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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Scott Walker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.