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 Romania 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Fatback Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.