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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Rod Modell to the funk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Wire,
Darondo,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
June Days,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.