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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.