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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band 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?
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Q65,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.