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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Clark Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.