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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.