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 Mali and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.