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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 KRS-One 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.