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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Leaves to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel 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?
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.