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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.