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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visage to the dance 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.