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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.