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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
a-ha,
The Move,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.