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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.