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 Kosovo 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
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 oboe 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.