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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.