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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.