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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pylon to the dance 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.