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 Ecuador and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Ossler,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.