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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.