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 Australia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.