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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric B and Rakim 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.