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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Grass Roots 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.