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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.