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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun City Girls to the dance 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.