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 Malaysia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.