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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 UT to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.