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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Organ,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.