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 Lithuania and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.