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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Music Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.