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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rotary Connection to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.