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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 The Five Americans to the disco 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.