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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Television,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.