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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.