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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.