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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Yaz,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.