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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Japan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.