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 Norway and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skriet to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Magma,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.