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 Mali 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.