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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.