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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.