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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motions to the crunk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.