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 Uganda 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.