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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.