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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Drexciya to the grime 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Mars,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.