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 Italy and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.