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 Kenya and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.