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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.