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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Sarah Menescal 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.