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 Haiti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Quando Quango to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.