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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.