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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.