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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 K-Klass to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.