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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Bluetip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.