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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.