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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Slave,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Organ,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.