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 Poland and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.