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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Albert Ayler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.