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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
The Fall,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.