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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boredoms 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.