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 Libya and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Monks,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.