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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.