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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.