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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.