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 Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.