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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Fall,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
The Names,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.