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 Greece and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.