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 Brazil and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.