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 Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.