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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.