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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.