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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vainqueur to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
Index,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.