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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
DNA,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.