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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers to the techno 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.