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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Can,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.