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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dead C to the disco 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.