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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.