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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Arab on Radar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.