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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Pole to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.