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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 OOIOO to the rock 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
AZ,
John Holt,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.