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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.