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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mantronix to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.