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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 Edmonton and Portland.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Young Rascals to the rap 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.