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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the jazz 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.