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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.