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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.