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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 48th St. Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.