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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Smog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.