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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Japan to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.