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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Pagans,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.