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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Shoche to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Index,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
cv313,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.