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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
Scion,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.