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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.