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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gladiators to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.