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 Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.