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 Samoa and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.