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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.