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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.