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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.