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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Monolake,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.