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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Jeff Lynne 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.