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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 CMW to the crunk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Unwound,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Slave,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.