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 Iraq and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David McCallum to the crunk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
Magma,
10cc,
Monks,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.