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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Section 25 to the techno 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.