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 China and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.