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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the disco 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.