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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.