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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Technova,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.