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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Lalann,
The Standells,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.