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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Infiniti to the funk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.