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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.