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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.