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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.