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 Gambia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Bobby Womack to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.