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 Germany and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.