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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Leaves to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Scion,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Japan,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.