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 Burkina and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.