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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sly & The Family Stone 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.