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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
MDC,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.