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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suicide to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Can,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.