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 Jamaica and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Slave to the grime 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.