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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Das Ding to the grime 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
Index,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.