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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Infiniti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.