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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.