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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.