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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.