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 Colombia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.