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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Nils Olav 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.