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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.