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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.