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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Excepter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.