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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.