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 Lebanon and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Mandrill to the crunk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
World's Most,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.