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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
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 Saints to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 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?
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Skarface,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.