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 Comoros and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
CMW,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.