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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Brand Nubian to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.