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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Ituana,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.