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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.