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 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Magazine,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.