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 Sweden and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
UT,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.