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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the rap 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.