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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blackbyrds to the rock 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
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The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
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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.