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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Chris Corsano to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
The Index,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.