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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
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 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 Neu! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.