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 Samoa and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Index,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.