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 Belize 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.