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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.