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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.