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 Belarus and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skatalites to the jazz 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.