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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Pylon,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.