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 South Sudan and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Hardrive to the electroclash 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.