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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Albert Ayler 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.