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 Netherlands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Magazine to the punk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Crime,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.