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 Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Swans,
DNA,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.