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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.