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 Korea South and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.