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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 New Order to the jazz 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.