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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 JFA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
PIL,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Index,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.