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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Sound to the techno 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Swans,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.