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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-102 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.