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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Index,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.