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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alison Limerick 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.