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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar 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?
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.