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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 The Doors to the disco 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Interpol,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.