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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Unwound,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.