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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Make Up to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Ituana,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.