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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the crunk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Index,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.