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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Underground Resistance to the rock 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.