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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.