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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Make Up to the crunk 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.