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 Botswana and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Standells to the rap 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.