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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Das Ding,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.