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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.