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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.