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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.