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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.