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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Near to the dance 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.