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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.