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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.