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 Brazil and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.