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 Gabon and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q65,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.