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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.