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 Mexico and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
MDC,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.