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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.