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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wire to the grime 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.