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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.