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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Wings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.