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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.