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 Thailand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.