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 Kenya 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi 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?
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.