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 Honduras and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.