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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the rock 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Residents,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.