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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.