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 Australia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 The Evens to the funk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.