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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Birthday Party to the grime 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.