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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Ludus,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.