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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Franke,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.