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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.