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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.