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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Silicon Teens 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.