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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.