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 Haiti and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the crunk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.