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 Serbia and from Bremen.
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 Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.