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 Uganda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.