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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lindisfarne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.