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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker to the crunk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.