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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Pop Group to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.