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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.