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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 John Holt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Nas,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.