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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.