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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 AZ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.