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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.