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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.