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 Korea South and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.