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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the disco 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.