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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Section 25 to the funk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.