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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Skaos,
Slave,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Index,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.