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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.