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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Hill to the dance 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
The Move,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.