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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
CMW,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.