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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Kinks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
cv313,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.