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 Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ituana to the electroclash 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.