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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 K-Klass to the funk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.