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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 T. Rex to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.