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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Kayak,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
the Association,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.