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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Association to the electroclash 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.