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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
New Order,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.