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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 X-101 to the jazz 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.