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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Bill Wells to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.