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 Luxembourg 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
June Days,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.