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 Belarus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.