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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Angry Samoans 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.