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 Malta and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.